Whenever I visit my parents, we look through tons of photos from when they were young, scrapbooks and polaroids from when my sister and I were kids. Mixed with the stories behind those photos my parents tell me, I have created visual memories in my head for events I was too young to be aware of. Even looking through photos from where I was a bit older in middle school has brought back memories I had buried in the back of my mind. 

When we were all home and locked down during quarantine, I found myself revisiting these old photos, thinking back on more recent memories to have an anchor in uncertain times and something to look forward to.  

Memories are everything. They unite us, keep us hopeful, remind us of the bad and the good. Our memories have shaped us all, and without them, the places, people, and objects in our lives are just nominal things. Without memories, there is nothing to look back on and nothing to look forward to. We hold onto our memories, and they hold us together.